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"When in doubt, have a man come through a door with a gun in his hand."

We've never read anything by Raymond Chandler, yet, this saying of his, directed to aspiring young writers, feared of improvising, says a lot of his literary style. The amazing Zig Zags from California, we're sure they have no fear of screwing it up or stepping into a room, armed.

The trio, already a cult in LA, have even previously collaborated with Iggy Pop. For much less, in Italy, a band would share it and tag everyone on facebook, even my mother, after having been forced to open an account, they would pay for her a course in social networking. Differently, it looks like they don't give less about it, they only care about how many people they could blow ears, maybe in a secret show inside a caravan, accidentally forgot on tour by Saint Vitus.

It is not clear if ours are more punk, metal or stoner. In the time that we think they might well paper our house's toilet by drawing cocks, attaching stickers of their uncle's skate shop, writing insults to their teacher. Somehow, they remind us the impetus of Metallica's very early Kill'em all, but without all those fucking solos, an undisguised reverence for Fu Manchu and tracks of the length of a seventh of No Remorse.

If you think that their name sounds demential, do not look at their art covers. They are hideous, but at least, they can give some dignity to our scribbles in the fourth grade. If they will make a stop at Dal verme, in Rome, I'm sure it'll be a wild sold out. Three singers, but more than a choral thing, it seems to be a competition to see who sings louder.